The Soldier Next Door

I have just come to learn that I cannot trust anybody. What I am not completely sure about is who exactly it is that I cannot trust. All I know is that somebody is out to get my life.

My question is, who wants me dead?

I can honestly not think of one person, apart from one of the Jenkins brothers that would want me six feet under the ground, but as far as they go, two are firmly set with their asses in jail, and as for the third one, well that buff dumbo cannot put a plan together like this by himself.

So this still leaves me with who has got an ax to grind?

Have I really pissed a man off so bad that he is willing to not only take my life but that of my wife and my unborn child?

Well, they are not getting a third attempt under their sleeve. If it is the last thing that I ever do, then that will be to protect Ana and our baby. It sickens me that a man can do such a ruthless as to try and harm a child. I can understand if I have pissed you off, but leave my goddamn family out of your evil plan to end my not-so-important life.

What have I done wrong to piss someone off so badly that they want me dead?

So once Ray has left, Gibbs takes a seat in the lounge; the man is refusing to leave Ana and me alone for tonight. After giving him a blanket and pillow to make himself comfortable on the couch, I led a very worried Ana back to the room.

Once we are in, I firmly shut the door behind us. I wiggle my ass out of my jeans, and then she so casually insists that I rid myself of the only other thing that was going to stop me from taking her.

Now god, I know this woman can scream. Do I even try and take her without her moans waking Gibbs up.

Fuck that.

I slip my naked body past every inch of her hot skin; she is soft and tight and, oh my god, so sweet in all the right places. The very ache for her is growing intensely painful between my thighs as I am nearly about to burst out begging for her touch.

She cups my tight ass in her small little hands and grinds and does she grind. The tension is growing, and the ease of the wet sensation, and don’t fucking ask me if it is her or me, but god, we are sliding like an ice block on a hot summer’s day.

Without having the willpower to control it anymore, I find myself doing the very thing I was trying to avoid, “God, Ana, please.”

She palms the base of my erection and drags her hand up so slow; I feel like I can almost fucking die. Then down she goes, slipping her thumb over the tip of my head and dragging those fingers until I am covered in my own damn wet mess.

“Ana, you are going to fucking make me cum, and this is not what I had in mind.”

“It is called foreplay, Ethan.”

“I don’t think I will be able to survive foreplay.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

She, now this girl, is petite, but she flips me over on top of her, and I am exactly right where I want to be. I do not care for her foreplay; I want to be so deep inside her that I will rip her apart. Every part of my hot flesh wants to be tucked inside her.

I lift her on top of my lap, and she hooks those long elegant legs around my waist. My hand tangles in her hair, and I pull her head back so far that her bare neck is fully exposed for my tongue to take. With long slow kisses, I drag my lips down her soft skin; she moans and only but whispers.

“I thought you couldn’t survive foreplay.”

“Oh, Ana, this is just to make you wet.”

“Fuck, Ethan, I don’t think I can…”

I kiss her words away as I take those sweet lips and nibble on them gently. Then, when I think it cannot even go further, I pull her head back, so all that is lying bare in front of me is her fully erect nipples. With slow but hard circles, I ripple my tongue over them. Her body jerks and I feel as she is becoming a total wet mess.

“Bend back, Ana.” As if the poor girl is not already arched against the bed.

I lift her as but only a bit up for total comfort of access and thrust into her without a single warning.

“Oh, god, Ethan.”

She scrunched her hands in the sheets, and I slam even harder, a full deep thrust making her body shudder. The bolt shooting through me as the depth of my erection overwhelms me leaves a deep growl from my throat.

“Fuck, Ana. God, I missed you.”

I thrust again, pulling that tiny head back, giving me wider access as I push her legs even further apart. Then another thrust with so much force that she slides off my lap and falls back down on the bed. Pulling her back by the legs and wrapping her firmly, I grind my erection deep into her until she squirms. I only but leave her tightness for but a second and slam a deep thrust between her legs again.

“Yes, fuck, Ethan.”

“Ana, I am going to fuck you so hard until your cry.”

Then just as I am about to drive with extra force, there is a goddamn knock on the door.

It is fucking Gibbs.

“Listen,” I warn him. “There better be someone fucking dying out there.”

“Sorry, Ethan, man. But Ray has been trying and can’t get hold of you.”

Ya, cause I am busy fucking my wife.

“Well, I think it is quite obvious why not, now what is the problem.”

“Something about you having to go through, there is a problem.”

Fuck.

I slide out a very frustrated Ana as I grab my jeans and get dress again

I was so fucking close.

Fuck.

I can…Ray will kill me is if I don’t get back to him now. But does the man not know what time it is? He could have easily have waited for just a few more couple hours, or at least a few more minutes.

It is with haste that I get dressed, trying my level best not to scare poor Ana to shit. But by the look on her face, I can see that she is even perhaps more worried than me. It is with a deep sigh that I look deep into those brown eyes will I make sure that she is tucked in warm underneath the blanket.

“Boo, we will be back before you even know it.”

So I leave her with a kiss on the lips, and I can see the woman is about to murder Gibbs and me. After giving her a rather intimate kiss, getting a full sweet taste of her, I leave the room.

“Gibbs, seriously. Could you not have waited for another second?”

“Sorry, but Ray is in a flat spin. He needs us to get over there now. Something about he has got a lead.”

With that, I grab my jacket and gun from the room. In less than a mere minute, Gibbs and I make our way out the door.

Fuck.

So as we race through what is an especially dark night, the rain starts to beat down like little balls of water on the windscreen and splashing down on the road. Absolutely perfect weather. The thought that we can get hit any moment runs its course through my mind.

I am not safe.

There is no place that I am safe. I am in danger as I am driving this road, and I am putting Gibbs in danger with me.

But then it hits me.

Fuck…Ana.

We have left her alone at home, not thinking very clearly.

I jump on the phone to get hold of her, but it seems to be just ringing. She is probably sleeping. Not being too much concerned, I find myself turning soon into the driveway at Ray’s place, where I find a very nervous man waiting outside for me.

“Fuck, Ray. What is wrong?”

“I just got word which the plates belong to.”

“My god, who?”

He shudders and can barely talk; then, he looks at Gibbs that is standing next to me. “Who is with Ana?”

There is a coldness that settles over my body as I look at him with a complete numbness in my eyes, “We left her alone. Why?”

Ya, that is where I wish that he never speaks for his next words will haunt me. But it is not the words so much but the terror of fear that is held in his eyes. The words come agonizingly slow….

“Get Ana out of that house.